I struggled to hold back tears as the women standing in front of me spat out horrid insults. I couldn’t understand how the woman I love, the woman I look up to, the woman I call mom, could stand there looking at my red and damp face and continue yelling any further. Eventually, I lost my battle with my tears and they tumbled down my face so fast my eyes blurred and I felt tiny water droplets land on my feet below. This seemed to anger her even more and her voice got louder and meaner if that was even possible. Her voice started to crack and she lowered her volume slightly, making me hopeful that the interaction would soon be over. Things with her were never that easy though. When the yelling finally ended I was sent to my room, too fearful to leave even to use the restroom or eat dinner. However, it wasn't over just yet. She moved to the room to my left and pounded on the door. He opened the door and stood in the doorway, waiting for the yelling to commence as it was now his turn to be chewed out by the woman. He was so small, so young, he couldn't hold back tears as long as I could, and so the yelling increased. It was hard for me to watch my playmate, my best friend, my brother, stand there and face her alone. It felt as If my heart was breaking into two, one half for me, and the other for him. It was then that I uttered words for the first time since the woman had stood in front of me. “Mom, please” I whispered slowly.
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Great emotional draw, I felt it tug at my heartstrings.
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